They tell me things, ask me questions, or just sit by me as if by being there they can help. I'm asked how I feel, and I shrug my shoulders, as if to say I don't know. But I do, and all I feel is blackness. It's like emptiness, only you know nothing will ever fill the space. Your whole world has become lost; colours muted, speech distorted, places and people a blur. The world has lost its brightness, its excitement, and I sit through every day the same way, with no interest at all. I try not to think about it, but all I can think of is the day when the world lost its appeal. I can't help but think of the day. After twenty years, a wonderful partnership and numerous near-death experiences. I had just proposed; she had just accepted. And then my world fell apart.
That was two months ago, and all I can think of is the day I lost Natasha Romanoff.